04/07 1ere semaine/ 1st week

Rush Hour 3
La Scene se passe a Paris- Le Bourget.
Jackie Chan donne l'accolade a Chris Tucker apres avoir descendu d'un Gulfstream.
C'est la derniere minute du film, quand Jackie (inspecteur chef Lee) annonce a son coequippier (detective James Carter) " Tu seras toujours mon...noir prefere"

Correction: En verite, si les scenes de "rush hour3" ont etes tournees a Paris en novembre 2006, nous sommes a l'aerodrome de Santa-Monica ce 3 avril pour finir les dernieres retouches du film, c'est beaucoup moins cher que de retourner en France!
Il n'est pas rare que les studios Hollywoodiens utilisent les aeroports locaux pour divers films. Ainsi, "Casablanca" fut tourne a Van Nuys, Santa-Monica aura vu des scenes de "bugsy" et de nombreuses scenes de televisions, Hawthorne, juste a cote de LAX ou a ete filme "swat", Victorville aura vu le film "Face off" (volte face en Francais).
Bien sur, la liste est longue, et j'en oublie pas mal.

Le plus rigolo est que la voiture noire derriere nous, une Porsche Cayenne, est immatricule dans l'aisne pour les besoins du film! Je me serai cru de retour a St-Quentin!

L'equippe du film etait sympa, j'ai meme garde le contact avec le manager du set qui va m'envoyer d'autres photos du tournage, et meme le directeur Brett Ratner, qui pourtant a l'air d'un chiant lorsqu'on regarde les fonctions d'un DVD, m'a laisser deambuler sur son set.

Je suis maintenant de repos jusqu'a la fin mai. On attends la naissance de Florence!

For those of you who do not read French, Hubby got to meet Jackie Chan this week, which was totally cool and awesome. However, he forgot to ask him over for dinner. Oh well, there's always next time.

I had a horrible week this week. One of the things I have found to help me out during said times, especially when I cannot reach Hubby because he is very busy on the road and is either working or sleeping, is to reach others via the Internet having bad times. And, unfortunately, there's no end to unhappy people on this planet. I found one in particular on Yahoo Answers, to which I sometimes contribute. It was a woman very depressed over a love which will never be realized, feeling that her world and meaning is at an end. I wrote my answer to her at about 4am my time (baby would not let me get to sleep) and I was amazed to find out later that she noticed my answer, since about 200 people around the US answered her question , my answer being stuck way at the end. But not only did she notice but she voted mine her best answer, which made me happy because I was able to help someone.

An amazing thing that you can do same in this day and age, in the wee hours of the night dial into the Information Superhighway and have an impact in the life of someone thousands of miles away, whom you do not know, will never know. But, in a way, it is also a very good thing. Humanity shouldn't be isolated to those we know personally. In fact, some people can't even find their humanity within their dealins with those they know.

Baby continues to do what she's does best - develop and grow. At this point she's done cooking. She is now completely viable and doesn't need me anymore for survival. At this point, it's just a matter of her being ready to face the world (so I can't blame her for choosing not to be born quite yet, as, who of us hasn't wanted to check out once and awhile and lay low from the world at large.....?).

To help me survive the misery of these final hours I've kept up my activity, including doing lawn work again (though this must be the absolute last time I attempt to bend down and weed since I simply cannot breathe when attempting to do this), cleaning up the garage so it's easy, breezy to get in and out, cleaning the house, and doing a final big shopping of house supplies so we're set for being house bound for a month or two, in case it's needed due to complications. I also ironed all my clothes, all of Richard's next two tours of clothes, etc. etc. so all we need to concentrate on it waiting for her. That way, post birth, we still only need to concentrate on her. Kinda like preparing supplies for a coming battle or storm. The more I prepare now, the easier it will be after she's here. And, also, in this way it keeps the stress off Richard for as long as possible because he still has to recover from work and step back into work for a tour in between his time off, and I can't have him dragged out like a dead dog. Unacceptable.

So, we wait and wait. And to help pass the hours in humor I bought some DVDs, Everybody Loves Raymond, which I don't care how much the world hates it, I think they're funny and too, too true to life.

And I'm also trying to figure out how to get Richard down to Estrella for some more gliding, just to ease his stress and strain, though he's too nervous leaving me this late in the game. So, hopefully, they'll be no surgery so he can go post birth.

And so the absolute only thing left I have been doing is trying to imagine who she is, but in reverse. What I mean is that I am trying not to imagine anything at all - what she'll like, dislike, want to do, not want to do, etc. Because, as I see it, the next 20 years or so will be an unveiling or sorts, of her showing us who she is, who she choses to be, what she wants, doesn't want, etc. And within the confines of the law and safety, it will be our job to honor that. For she only gets one shot at life, one shot to be this unique person, and I don't want to waste it looking for me or Richard in her. So, if instead of being a pilot she tells me she wants to be the next Pussycat doll, I will support that. And if she wants to be the first gay woman president, I will support that to. For instead of her birth being an honor to her, it is, instead, a privilege to us, to give life, and support it, and watch as this thing develops that the world has never, ever seen, and to watch her unique talents go forth and affect the world, hopefully in some positive way.

And that will be the adventure.
It is a story we will have begun, to which she alone can write the ending.

A bientot!